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We listen inward.
We rest our head against our own heart and remember that softness is not weakness —
It’s how we stay in the moment..
There is comfort here.
We rest our head against our own heart and remember that softness is not weakness —
It’s how we stay in the moment..
There is comfort here.
January 26, 2026 at 3:29 PM
We listen inward.
We rest our head against our own heart and remember that softness is not weakness —
It’s how we stay in the moment..
There is comfort here.
We rest our head against our own heart and remember that softness is not weakness —
It’s how we stay in the moment..
There is comfort here.
Angels in disguise walk beside us.
In friendship. In love. In quiet presence.
Sometimes we don’t recognize them until much later—
when we realize we were never walking alone.
In friendship. In love. In quiet presence.
Sometimes we don’t recognize them until much later—
when we realize we were never walking alone.
January 26, 2026 at 11:27 AM
Angels in disguise walk beside us.
In friendship. In love. In quiet presence.
Sometimes we don’t recognize them until much later—
when we realize we were never walking alone.
In friendship. In love. In quiet presence.
Sometimes we don’t recognize them until much later—
when we realize we were never walking alone.
This piece is about love that doesn’t stand still—
it shifts, it softens, it asks to be held.
it shifts, it softens, it asks to be held.
January 23, 2026 at 1:48 PM
This piece is about love that doesn’t stand still—
it shifts, it softens, it asks to be held.
it shifts, it softens, it asks to be held.
Discarded pistachio shells transformed into faces—
because even what’s thrown away still has a voice.
This piece was inspired by a peace walk and the quiet power of collective hope.
Protesting for peace.
because even what’s thrown away still has a voice.
This piece was inspired by a peace walk and the quiet power of collective hope.
Protesting for peace.
January 22, 2026 at 10:25 AM
Discarded pistachio shells transformed into faces—
because even what’s thrown away still has a voice.
This piece was inspired by a peace walk and the quiet power of collective hope.
Protesting for peace.
because even what’s thrown away still has a voice.
This piece was inspired by a peace walk and the quiet power of collective hope.
Protesting for peace.
INTENTIONAL is the word I’m carrying into the new year.
This little art piece began as an old plastic cutting board headed for the trash. I saw a blank canvas, intervened, and let it become a small offering for peace — a reminder that beauty, connection, and renewal are always possible.
This little art piece began as an old plastic cutting board headed for the trash. I saw a blank canvas, intervened, and let it become a small offering for peace — a reminder that beauty, connection, and renewal are always possible.
January 2, 2026 at 9:24 PM
INTENTIONAL is the word I’m carrying into the new year.
This little art piece began as an old plastic cutting board headed for the trash. I saw a blank canvas, intervened, and let it become a small offering for peace — a reminder that beauty, connection, and renewal are always possible.
This little art piece began as an old plastic cutting board headed for the trash. I saw a blank canvas, intervened, and let it become a small offering for peace — a reminder that beauty, connection, and renewal are always possible.
Music has always been one of my greatest inspirations.
This piece explores the connection between sound and emotion—how melodies become memories and art becomes a visual echo of music felt deep within.
This piece explores the connection between sound and emotion—how melodies become memories and art becomes a visual echo of music felt deep within.
December 20, 2025 at 10:57 AM
Music has always been one of my greatest inspirations.
This piece explores the connection between sound and emotion—how melodies become memories and art becomes a visual echo of music felt deep within.
This piece explores the connection between sound and emotion—how melodies become memories and art becomes a visual echo of music felt deep within.
Stories passed through sound..every line carries a song and every color remembers where it came from.
December 20, 2025 at 10:30 AM
Stories passed through sound..every line carries a song and every color remembers where it came from.
“Listening to the moon”
This piece explores the vulnerability, and the quiet conversations we have with ourselves under the moon.
This piece explores the vulnerability, and the quiet conversations we have with ourselves under the moon.
December 19, 2025 at 11:09 AM
“Listening to the moon”
This piece explores the vulnerability, and the quiet conversations we have with ourselves under the moon.
This piece explores the vulnerability, and the quiet conversations we have with ourselves under the moon.
In heavy moments, light is still present watching over us… and the light will always find us.
December 18, 2025 at 12:56 PM
In heavy moments, light is still present watching over us… and the light will always find us.
…. even the quietest mornings arrive painted with hope.
December 16, 2025 at 12:33 PM
…. even the quietest mornings arrive painted with hope.
My latest piece, acrylics on a 24 x 35 wrapped canvas.
A celebration of color, culture, rhythm, and all the little memories that take me back.
This one truly carries my heart.
A celebration of color, culture, rhythm, and all the little memories that take me back.
This one truly carries my heart.
November 29, 2025 at 12:07 PM
My latest piece, acrylics on a 24 x 35 wrapped canvas.
A celebration of color, culture, rhythm, and all the little memories that take me back.
This one truly carries my heart.
A celebration of color, culture, rhythm, and all the little memories that take me back.
This one truly carries my heart.
We all have those moments where the world feels a little too loud and we fold into ourselves just to breathe. ‘Mad World’ was playing while I painted, and this is what emerged—a figure suspended in their own thoughts, searching for balance in chaos.
November 18, 2025 at 9:20 AM
We all have those moments where the world feels a little too loud and we fold into ourselves just to breathe. ‘Mad World’ was playing while I painted, and this is what emerged—a figure suspended in their own thoughts, searching for balance in chaos.
My latest…
Titled “EMBRACE”..
Love expressed in its purest form — an unspoken connection that needs no words. Wrapped in color and tenderness, they hold each other against the chaos of the world.
Acrylics on canvas — 16” x 20”
Titled “EMBRACE”..
Love expressed in its purest form — an unspoken connection that needs no words. Wrapped in color and tenderness, they hold each other against the chaos of the world.
Acrylics on canvas — 16” x 20”
November 7, 2025 at 6:00 PM
My latest…
Titled “EMBRACE”..
Love expressed in its purest form — an unspoken connection that needs no words. Wrapped in color and tenderness, they hold each other against the chaos of the world.
Acrylics on canvas — 16” x 20”
Titled “EMBRACE”..
Love expressed in its purest form — an unspoken connection that needs no words. Wrapped in color and tenderness, they hold each other against the chaos of the world.
Acrylics on canvas — 16” x 20”
This painting started as a mess of red and yellow, and somewhere in the middle of that chaos, she appeared — confident, quirky, and perfectly imperfect. A reminder to all of us to embrace our own colors and individuality 💕
October 14, 2025 at 12:30 PM
This painting started as a mess of red and yellow, and somewhere in the middle of that chaos, she appeared — confident, quirky, and perfectly imperfect. A reminder to all of us to embrace our own colors and individuality 💕
This is my latest..
This painting reflects that sacred bond — the instinct to guard, to shelter, to keep innocence safe. A mother’s love is not passive; it is an unshakable force, both tender and unbreakable.
This painting reflects that sacred bond — the instinct to guard, to shelter, to keep innocence safe. A mother’s love is not passive; it is an unshakable force, both tender and unbreakable.
September 13, 2025 at 1:12 PM
This is my latest..
This painting reflects that sacred bond — the instinct to guard, to shelter, to keep innocence safe. A mother’s love is not passive; it is an unshakable force, both tender and unbreakable.
This painting reflects that sacred bond — the instinct to guard, to shelter, to keep innocence safe. A mother’s love is not passive; it is an unshakable force, both tender and unbreakable.
United in love, fear, and resistance. Their embrace is more than intimate, it’s protective. In a world of instability, they hold fast to each other as their reality is fractured around them inviting us to question what’s real, what’s not and who can we trust when the world feels out of balance.
June 20, 2025 at 1:23 PM
United in love, fear, and resistance. Their embrace is more than intimate, it’s protective. In a world of instability, they hold fast to each other as their reality is fractured around them inviting us to question what’s real, what’s not and who can we trust when the world feels out of balance.
“Cradled in Love”
This piece came from a quiet moment of reflection—a tribute to the deep, nurturing connection between souls. The two faces, gently merged, speak to love in its purest form: comforting, safe, and unconditional.
Art continues to be my voice when words fall short.
This piece came from a quiet moment of reflection—a tribute to the deep, nurturing connection between souls. The two faces, gently merged, speak to love in its purest form: comforting, safe, and unconditional.
Art continues to be my voice when words fall short.
June 19, 2025 at 5:30 PM
“Cradled in Love”
This piece came from a quiet moment of reflection—a tribute to the deep, nurturing connection between souls. The two faces, gently merged, speak to love in its purest form: comforting, safe, and unconditional.
Art continues to be my voice when words fall short.
This piece came from a quiet moment of reflection—a tribute to the deep, nurturing connection between souls. The two faces, gently merged, speak to love in its purest form: comforting, safe, and unconditional.
Art continues to be my voice when words fall short.
This little damselfly landed on my finger today and stayed just long enough to remind me how magical the world really is—if we slow down and notice.
Nature has a way of whispering peace.
#Damselfly #NatureLover #TinyVisitor #MindfulMoments #NorthCarolinaNature #SimpleJoys #GratitudeInTheGarden
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Nature has a way of whispering peace.
#Damselfly #NatureLover #TinyVisitor #MindfulMoments #NorthCarolinaNature #SimpleJoys #GratitudeInTheGarden
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June 3, 2025 at 11:04 PM
This little damselfly landed on my finger today and stayed just long enough to remind me how magical the world really is—if we slow down and notice.
Nature has a way of whispering peace.
#Damselfly #NatureLover #TinyVisitor #MindfulMoments #NorthCarolinaNature #SimpleJoys #GratitudeInTheGarden
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Nature has a way of whispering peace.
#Damselfly #NatureLover #TinyVisitor #MindfulMoments #NorthCarolinaNature #SimpleJoys #GratitudeInTheGarden
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“She dreamed in color, under watchful wings…”
I didn’t plan her.
She arrived—stretched across layers of emotion and color.
She rests, but the world around her doesn’t.
She’s seen, but is she known?
This painting came from instinct, not answers.
Maybe it’s not meant to be understood—just felt.
I didn’t plan her.
She arrived—stretched across layers of emotion and color.
She rests, but the world around her doesn’t.
She’s seen, but is she known?
This painting came from instinct, not answers.
Maybe it’s not meant to be understood—just felt.
May 13, 2025 at 10:28 AM
“She dreamed in color, under watchful wings…”
I didn’t plan her.
She arrived—stretched across layers of emotion and color.
She rests, but the world around her doesn’t.
She’s seen, but is she known?
This painting came from instinct, not answers.
Maybe it’s not meant to be understood—just felt.
I didn’t plan her.
She arrived—stretched across layers of emotion and color.
She rests, but the world around her doesn’t.
She’s seen, but is she known?
This painting came from instinct, not answers.
Maybe it’s not meant to be understood—just felt.
In “Silent Current,” I explored the quiet strength and grace of a single fish navigating its world. I wanted to capture a moment of peaceful motion a pause in time where nature’s rhythm takes over. This piece invites viewers to drift, reflect, and imagine the stillness within the sea.
May 7, 2025 at 5:09 PM
In “Silent Current,” I explored the quiet strength and grace of a single fish navigating its world. I wanted to capture a moment of peaceful motion a pause in time where nature’s rhythm takes over. This piece invites viewers to drift, reflect, and imagine the stillness within the sea.
“Man’s Best Friend”
Inspired by the unconditional love dogs give us every single day. Their loyalty, joy, and comforting presence make life brighter. This painting is my way of saying thank you to every pup who’s ever touched a heart.
#DogLoversArt #WhimsicalArt #MansBestFriend
Inspired by the unconditional love dogs give us every single day. Their loyalty, joy, and comforting presence make life brighter. This painting is my way of saying thank you to every pup who’s ever touched a heart.
#DogLoversArt #WhimsicalArt #MansBestFriend
May 7, 2025 at 2:15 PM
“Man’s Best Friend”
Inspired by the unconditional love dogs give us every single day. Their loyalty, joy, and comforting presence make life brighter. This painting is my way of saying thank you to every pup who’s ever touched a heart.
#DogLoversArt #WhimsicalArt #MansBestFriend
Inspired by the unconditional love dogs give us every single day. Their loyalty, joy, and comforting presence make life brighter. This painting is my way of saying thank you to every pup who’s ever touched a heart.
#DogLoversArt #WhimsicalArt #MansBestFriend
“Love Beyond Words”
This piece is about connection — the kind that transcends time, space, and even words. The doves represent peace, the radiant flower speaks of growth and healing, and the small bird with a halo is a reminder that love never truly leaves us.
This piece is about connection — the kind that transcends time, space, and even words. The doves represent peace, the radiant flower speaks of growth and healing, and the small bird with a halo is a reminder that love never truly leaves us.
May 6, 2025 at 2:09 PM
“Love Beyond Words”
This piece is about connection — the kind that transcends time, space, and even words. The doves represent peace, the radiant flower speaks of growth and healing, and the small bird with a halo is a reminder that love never truly leaves us.
This piece is about connection — the kind that transcends time, space, and even words. The doves represent peace, the radiant flower speaks of growth and healing, and the small bird with a halo is a reminder that love never truly leaves us.
“While She Slept”
Beneath a city sky and the quiet hum of night, he watched her sleep—cradled by love, tangled in dreams. This piece captures a tender pause, a moment of stillness between two souls.
Acrylic and mixed media on canvas,
Beneath a city sky and the quiet hum of night, he watched her sleep—cradled by love, tangled in dreams. This piece captures a tender pause, a moment of stillness between two souls.
Acrylic and mixed media on canvas,
May 5, 2025 at 11:40 AM
“While She Slept”
Beneath a city sky and the quiet hum of night, he watched her sleep—cradled by love, tangled in dreams. This piece captures a tender pause, a moment of stillness between two souls.
Acrylic and mixed media on canvas,
Beneath a city sky and the quiet hum of night, he watched her sleep—cradled by love, tangled in dreams. This piece captures a tender pause, a moment of stillness between two souls.
Acrylic and mixed media on canvas,